"Well, I think so."
Even if Finley was joking, he always had a serious look on his face. The more Thalia looked at him, the more she adored him.
Taking advantage of the last ten seconds of red light, she leaned towards Finley's eyes with a smile on her lips.
Finley got prepared to be kissed, and he even intended to respond to the kiss.
But before Thalia touched his eyes, she suddenly returned to her seat with a serious expression.
"What are you thinking about, Dr. McMillan? Concentrate on driving," she whispered.
Finley came back to his senses and saw the green light.
He cleared his throat and pretended as if nothing had happened. He forced himself to calm down and continued driving.
"Don't look at me."
"Why?" Thalia asked innocently. "Don't you want me to look at you? Then who do you want to look at you?"
"I didn't mean that..."